Page 74 of Mob Bride

The look in her eyes is enough to drive any man wild. She’s close enough to the edge that when she turns her head farther toward me, I slide my cock into her mouth. Her tongue runs the length of it before flicking the tip. She pulls back enough that my cock is still between her lips, but not down her throat. She licks all sides of it, curling her tongue around it in a way that practically makes it look like her tongue’s a bed my cock was always meant to lay on. Then she’s working me for real.

Holy fucking shite.

Nothing has felt like this.

It’s a recurring phrase when I’m with Carrie. Not only do we fit together and are sexually compatible, but the emotions…

At least the ones I feel are so new to me that nothing else compares. I have no frame of reference for anything similar to it. I can only tell how different it is from everything else. I want this feeling to never end. I want this between us.

She sucks me, and my mind goes blank over and over again. She draws me in, and all I concentrate on is the fight not to come. I don’t want it over this soon. Maybe next time I’ll come down her throat, but not this time.

“Carrie, let go.”

She shakes her head and sucks me practically down her throat. I feel her gag reflex, but she doesn’t make a sound. She tries to relax and take me farther. But she can’t before I pull out,and she shoots me a dirty look. She clearly doesn’t agree that I shouldn’t come down her throat.

Instead, I ease her onto her back and climb over her. She spreads her legs again, not having noticed she’d closed them. Her knees bracket my hips as she arches her back, offering me her glorious tits. I gladly suck each one, tugging her nipples between my lips. I give them a quick bite each, making her gasp before my tongue soothes them each time. Then I push up onto my hands and knees, guiding my cock into her. I thrust hard as she lifts her hips higher for me.

I lower myself onto my forearms as I kiss her. We both marvel at the feel as we adjust to each other.

“Shane, that moment when you enter me—it’s nearly enough to make me come.”

I get it, but she looks like she regrets sharing her thoughts. I brush hair away from her temple with my left thumb.

“You can always tell me anything.” I know I can’t say the same for me, but I want her to know I’ll always listen to her.

“It’s always—well, almost always—feels good that moment when it starts. But with you, it’s different. Everything about being with you is different. Everything’s so much—more.”

“I know, little one. I feel the same way, and I have since the start.”

“Me too.”

With a quick kiss, we’re back to moving together. We’re so in sync she’s soon begging to come, but I’m not ready for this first one just yet. I want to keep her working for it.

“You will wait until I tell you, you may come. If you don’t, it will be your last one for today.”

She mewls and shakes her head. “You’re taunting me, and I don’t know if I can last. I’ll try, but my body isnotlistening to my mind.”

“Then we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.” I smile mischievously at her.

“I think I know exactly what you must have looked like when you were a little boy getting in trouble.”

“Yeah, apparently I haven’t changed.” I waggle my eyebrows.

I thrust into her over and over until I’m on the brink.

“Come,cailín, right now.”

She strains against the bra still around her wrists as her heels press into the bed, lifting her hips to meet each of my thrusts. I surge into her as hard as I dare.

“I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming.”

I steel myself against blowing my load. I want her to get off at least once more before I do. I keep thrusting even after her hips settle back against the mattress. She looks at me with a fathomless expression.

It makes me want to be the perfect man for her, whatever that means and whatever that takes. I slide my arms beneath her shoulders, my hands hooking over them as I thrust faster.

“Yeah, just like this, Shane. Rough.Really, reallyrough. Please, I need it.”

“So do I. You’re mine.”

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